Under Luga's command, the infantry of the second array was arranged on flat ground nearly a hundred meters behind the first array, because there were a lot of weeds in this area, which could provide cover for the arranged soldiers.

The soldiers of the third array, who were given all the javelins and pikes that the army carried, divided into two parts on either side of the second array, lay in ambush in the exuberant weeds, waiting for further attack from the Alans.

Luga calculated that down this height, it was impossible for Diego, the leader of the Alans, to see the situation in front of him clearly, not to mention that the attacking forces of the Alans only had continuous rushing and killing in their eyes, and they could not see the overall situation at all, so it was difficult to achieve either scheduling or ordering to stop.

"Whew-"

The long horn sounded, which meant retreat, and the Roman soldiers who were struggling to support the front line naturally understood it, or rather, they dreamed of such an order.

As soon as the trumpets sounded, a large number of Roman soldiers were seen throwing away their armor like herbivores fleeing for their lives, and frantically fleeing towards the rear formation.

"Yes, that's it! That's it! Luga watched his soldiers fleeing, and that embarrassed appearance was unacceptable to other commanders, but Luga was very satisfied, and even thought that it would be better if they could be a little more embarrassed!

The heavy cavalry of the Alans broke through the lines of the first array of soldiers, and they brandished their bloody weapons as if they were in a no-man's land, they were like scythes, and the Roman soldiers fell like wheat stalks under the slaughter of sharp blades.

"Pull the prisoners up!" Luga beckoned, ordering the soldiers behind him to guard the prisoners of war.

They willingly, grabbing one prisoner after another, and dragging them towards the front of the formation. The captured Alans were not stupid, they knew what the Romans wanted to do with them. They wept and defied, and with great reluctance they were dragged by the rough soldiers towards the front of the formation.

"They will be our shields to hinder the progress of the Alans." Luga muttered, riding his horse, waiting for his plan to move forward.

The Alans hated the Romans to the core, and it was better to resist than to flee, and to think of the Roman general piercing the chests of their countrymen with a javelin in front of them. Even more intolerable, they took advantage of the victory to pursue, enjoyed a short-term victory, and desperately plundered more fruits of victory.

"Ready! Preparation! ”

The Overseers of the Second Array began to raise their whips and shout, and the soldiers of the Second Array stood in formation, their helmets and spears erected, and they stood like a wall in the middle of the road.

"Immediately, these dog mongrels will rush up like crazy, don't be afraid, stop them with your shields! Pierce them with your spears! The centurion of the front made this morale-boosting speech for the last time, and the Alans swallowed up like a tidal wave one Roman soldier after another fleeing for their lives.

The Roman soldiers who managed to escape even discarded their equipment with only a hard-to-remove chain mail, passed through the gap vacated by the second array, and then collapsed on the grass gasping for breath and even hiding their faces and weeping. It is not clear whether the tears were due to the joy of being glad that they had survived, or the shame of giving up the resistance.

The Alans continued to advance, and the cavalry and infantry mixed and rushed into the crescent moon formation of the Romans. They slowed down, as they knelt in front of them with their compatriots, and at the sight of the roaring army, the Alan-prisoners of war shouted at them, feeling that they were about to be redeemed.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Suddenly, with the sound of a trumpet to a brisk beat, the Roman soldiers who were ambushed among the weeds on both sides stood up sharply, and they threw javelins at the Alans in the center, and in an instant the javelins on both sides rained down on the chaotic formation of the Alans.

I only heard a random scream from the Alans in the middle, and there was no specific organization for them to mess around. It was the right of the nobles to wear armor, and it was impossible for a low-level infantry like them to have even leather armor. Countless javelins fell among them, one by one the unprotected Alans fell, and the huge casualties and the endless stream of javelins instantly turned their desire to fight into a desire to survive.

With the exception of the heavy cavalry, they were all nobles and had sworn allegiance to their leader, Diego, and the glory drove them to rely on their heavy armor to grit their teeth and charge.

Looking at the oncoming Alan heavy cavalry, the Alan prisoners of war kneeling on the ground showed a smile on their faces, they agreed that they had not been abandoned, but soon their smiles turned into horror, because at a distance of less than twenty meters, the Alans cavalry did not have the slightest intention of slowing down, they were coming towards the Roman army, and there were no such prisoners of war in their eyes.

The prisoners of war began to stir, they could not stop communicating in their own language, and screamed at the oncoming cavalry, trying to awaken their will to tell them not to hurt themselves. But the cavalry who killed the red eye was already glory in his heart, and there was nothing else left for thousands of miles. They roared, wielding maces and tomahawks stained with flesh and blood.

The prisoners of war screamed, the restraint of the ropes leaving them without any room to move. The horses of the Alain heavy cavalry trampled on them without the slightest sympathy, and blood flowed, and the knights who were like gods of murder came with blood and slammed into the shields of the Roman army.

"Boom!"

The loud sound made the entire array take two steps back, but the Roman soldiers gritted their teeth and finally stabilized their position, so that the Alan cavalry never had a chance to advance half a step.

"Boom!"

A loud bang came from the high ground not far away, and it felt like the sky was darkening, and everyone looked up, only to see countless arrows forming a huge dark cloud, and the dark cloud gradually pressed down, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.

"Defense! Defense! ”

The centurions, who came to their senses for the first time, screamed and prompted, but it was too late, the whistling fell, and the soldiers fell with arrows.

"Don't stop, keep attacking! Offensive! ”

The Overseers roared, whipping the stunned soldiers with their whips, demanding that they continue to draw their javelins and pikes and aim at the Aran infantry in the center.

The surviving soldiers, whose ears were filled with the screams of the wounded, gritted their teeth, set up their javelins and aimed them at the Alan infantry in front of them, and threw them again.

The defeated Aran infantry could no longer withstand the death blow that could come at any moment, and they reminded each other, ran back together, and soon withdrew from the Roman moon array driven by javelins.

"Round them up! Round them up! ”

The commander's heralds rode to the flanks of the formation, and he held aloft the dragon head banner and ordered the centurions to send a hundred troops to attack the Alan cavalry, who were unwilling to leave.

The Roman soldiers of the third array braved the rain of arrows from the Aran archers in the rear, carried their shields on their backs, and roared towards the Aran cavalry with iron swords and spears in their hands.

"Diego has lost a lot." Lu Jia couldn't help but show a sneer when he looked at this situation, and then looked at the Alan army formation located on the high ground from a distance. Diego was seen raising his hand to signal his archers to stop. Looking at the heavy cavalry that fell one after another and Luga, who was staring at him not far away, Diego's gaze was meaningful, and he turned and led the rest of his troops away.